Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Faust,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.